The Funeral, Part 1

Milesly Rose

is dead.

Long live Milesly Rose.

What is This Place?

shut the door,
don't say a word
set your signal fires
before the dawn rises
come back here
and put me in the dark

I'm losing my faith
you're using your fist
your fist loves my face
I'm in love with its kiss

put your hands up
crack apart your chest
tear out my very heart
replace the very best of me

fragment

tell me all your loves, love
and I'll drown them in the black, black sea

Birthday Poem

You're twenty-three
and I don't know what to write you
anymore
I stick a pen down my veins
try to draw out
a less sluggish version of myself
Try to find the love
I had defined.

I'm sticky with you, even now
your skin covers my mouth
I breathe you in
a pin drops, echoes
collapses my lungs
I freeze

at the sound of your voice
the things I want to say -
they won't come out.
Just an endless refrain
echoing in my brain, repeating

yo te amo
yo te te amo
yo te amo
yo te te amo